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THE"400" 



...BEING NOTES ON... 



TOPICS OF INTEREST 



...FOR MANY... 



DAYS IN EVERY YEAR, 



(400 unes; 



AND OTHER POEMS. 

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In the preparing of this little work, I have endeavor- 
ed to please, and mean no ill to any person, city or bus- 
iness, referred to ; besides, I did it myself to gratify ; 
and no one person can please all. There are city and 
country poems and songs, I hope you will more than get 
your money's worth, if you purchase the book. Its 
contents ought to hurt no one, any age, (however refin- 
ed, sacred,) to read. 87 themes are written on, besides 
the many in the 1st poem. 



• 

Copyrighted 1894, 


BY 


THE 


AUTHOR. 




All Rights Reserved. 



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...THEE 400... 



A small part of this Medley happened in 18S3-4, 
beginning May 1st, and written in accordance with 
where I resided, (Washington, D. C, Philadelphia, 
Pa., New York City and Ohio.) One line a day, in 
which I have endeavored to be concise. 

MAY 

The first of May ; 

What can I say ; 
A line a day ? 

In poetry ? 
Well, I'll see ; 

May have it glee ; 
Or a medley, 

For you to see. 

I am now in Washington, D. C, 

I came here the other day ; 
I saw some beautiful scenery, 

It was worth money. 
This city 's very interesting, 

Like showered with a blessing ; 
Everything is progressing, 

The finest in the nation. 
The Capitol for beauty, 

The White House, the Treasury; 
The Monument, the Library, 

Plenty others make it wordy. 

—3— 



All talk World's Fair, 

It's in the air; 
What is the fare ; 

Admission when there. 
If Columbus was here, 

Might think it queer: 
And also dear, 

To sight and ear. 
'Twill be great sight, 

Give many delight, 
Who see it right. 

By day or night. 

"United we stand, 

Divided we fall ; " and 
Columbus the grand, 

Discovered American land ; 
From way across the pond, 

Indians he also found ; 
With ready savage bound ; 

Columbus returned, made his round. 
Read Boone, the Hunter ; Indian slayer; 

And others will tell you more. 

Many tears gave vent, 

To Ford's Theatre accident ; 

Twenty-three were killed, 
And many were injured. 

Infanta Eulalia, Spain's Princess, 

Her picture iu a ball-dress ; 
In Washington, D. C, 

Where many it see ; 
Prince, the Photographer, 

Took it of her. 

— 4— 



JUNE 



JULY 



I'm leaving Washington to-day, 

Am now in Philadelphia; 
Its large and nice, 

The eyes will suffice ; 
Anything you want, 

It is not vacant. 
And deserves renown, 

As a good American town. 

The Independence Hall,. 

Public building and all ; 
Many of great note, 

Worthy here to quote. 
Here the "bell" was rung, 

And gave independence song. 
Beside the hall we see, 

Washington, who made us free ; 
Great is his name, 

Now, and forever the same. 
Phila's a city, every way, 

And has come to stay. 

People in country at harvest, 

Working hard and little rest ; 
The healthful farmer's feats, 

Man's sustenance and most he eats ; 
Comes from him ; and wealth, 

The nation's benefactor ; and health, 
There they have it now ; 

From tree, from ground, from cow ; 
Fresh, anything that grows. 

Without farmer, how live ? No one knows. 

Many people are dying, 
The sun's rays are trying ; 



As its God gives birth, 

He also takes from earth. 
Deaths are to be so, 

The time, age to go. 

Prince George and Princess May, 

Were married the other day ; 
Blessed, blessed, be their lot, 

One great, another great— got. 
Both have high office work, 

Now Puke and Duchess of York. 

AUG 

I came to New York to-day, 

All time will pass away ; 
This city as first- class, 

Is truth and will pass. 
N. Y., N. Y., the greatest city of all 

In the I . 8., — how can it fall ? 
And with Brooklyn in view, 

Jersey City — Hoboken, too ; 
Well, (in short order) 

About the same as together. 
The Brooklyn Bridge, great buildings, 

Once, twice, three, and a going ; 
My opinion sold, for pleasure or work, 

I'd cheer ; hurrah, for New York. 
Now a little about fruit, 

And other things to suit ; 
This city with any will fare, 

In quantity and quality anywhere ; 
That grows from tree or seed, 

And anything you need, 
To eat, drink or wear, 

At prices fair and square. 
( J reat preachers, editors, orators, 

—6- 



Publishers, writers and workers. 
See the ferries, ships and boats, 

That o'er rivers and the ocean floats. 
Why ! man, see the people N. Y. contains ; 

Streets almost crowded even when it rains. 

SEPT. 

There's some depression now in business, 

Employment scarce, makes some idleness; 
But the city is awake, opens it door, 

And gives much bread to the poor. 
Thus, hunger appeased ; lives saved by bread, 
Isn't a rose for the living, worth a dozen for the dead? 

The Theatrical Stars will play, 
For the city's free bread fund to-day; 

Forty pretty girls from Rice's "1492," 
Is a lot of beauty to see, too. 

This, the glorious Sabbath day, 
Like he who leaves his labor lay, (week work) 

And when Monday morning's sun does come, 
He's at his labor in walk or run. 

Feeling bright all in his way, 
Because he rested on the Sabbath day. 

Not like he who .kept going on, 
Toiling, weary in body and limb ; 

Sunday as soul, to the body is best 
At night, after labor, giving it rest. 

Business doors open on the Sabbath day, 
The next week less enter in their way ; 

This holds good ten out of eleven, 
More is done in six days, than in the seven. 

So, ye who break the Sabbath day, 
Remember, God made it and will have his way ; 

Greedy is he, who cannot rest, 
(After six days labor) with plenty blest. 

—7— 



OCT. 

The weather is getting colder now, 

The farmer's laid away his plow ; 
And for his cattle is cutting corn, 

To feed in winter's cold and storm. 
Next, picking apples and making cider, 

Boiling butter and making vinegar ; 
Then husking corn, ihen getting wood, 

Then bv the fire, he's a livelihood. 
Not much to do, but to feed, 

Morning and even'g and to read ; 
The news that comes from the great, great press, 

That he could read, if in a wilderness. 
Meaning, this he can read, if not in town, 

The editors get it from the world around ; 
All he needs, is a small sum pay, 

And gets a paper every day. 
Earth (the ground) to man was given, 

If he works it, can make a living ; 
But so many want to live in town. 

There it's crowded, overflowing, 
Particularly cities like New York ; 

They cannot give the whole world work. 
Bo, some must live next to starving ; 

For work to friends first is given. 
The country has room, good water, pure air, 

Young man, with spouse, why not go there. 
With a wife, a pipe ; on a farm you love, 

You may be envied by many who cities rove. 

The great "yacht 1 ' race, a short time ago, 
World against world,, do you know? 

After races three, Valkyrie gave it up, 
And Vigilant (a pride) retains America's Cup. 

Long may she live, as America's pride, 
The cup to save, the ocean to glide. 

—8— 



NOV. 

I expected to go to the World's Great Fair, 
But by a misunderstanding, I did not get there ; 

So, now it is over, at a great expence, 
For so little time people had to go hence. 

Would it been unwise to have had it another sum- 
mer? 
By "moving' 7 only what would "freeze" in the winter. 

To tear down those buildings, for so iittle time and 
money, 
Would be a little unwise and not show economy. 

But the White City is vanishing, so let it go, 
They made 1,000,000 dollars or so; 

But might have doubled it in another year, 
But they'd made a law to close it, I hear. 

Now books and pictures will not be rare, 
Of the great, now past, World's Fair. 

Don't buy the first, they will be high, 
Thereafter improved, more pleasing to the eye. 

That notable chair in New York, 
On which George Washington used to write; 

Is indeed a sight and will please the eye, 
Being old, yet new, from a man who couldn't tell a lie. 

Cold weather makes faster walkers, 
And in the country, less riders; 

They'd rather walk to keep warm, 
Than ride in wrinter's storm. 

I'm on my way now from New York, 
In Canton, Ohio, I will work ; 

I've seen three cities large and fine, 
But Canton will do to pass my time; 

Its not as big as the other ones, 
But fast increasing with new homes. 

And as far as size is concerned, 
It is big enough, I have learned. 

Now, in the country some sights I see, 
That are natural and also free: 

Go where you will, be in what city you may; 

— 9— 



DEC. 



It is pleasant in the country, now and then a day. 

Just see the "acres," of buildings bare, 
Where poor might build and be happy there. 

Yea, yes, a hole in the ground, like that of a cave, 
Is better with plenty, than nourishment crave. 

"Help the Poor," is an old, old song, 
Then why not "buy" of them, as we go along; 

On the streets are many that have much for sale, 
Much that we need, that they'd gladly sell. 

Buying of the poor is not giving for nothing, 
It is merely aiding, doing something. 

A meal in a hotel, with silver knife and fork, 
Tastes no better than on the street, or where you work; 

And quite a difference iu the "cost" there will be, 
Think of "building, tax, insurance, rent," see. 

Well, I'm now in the country; butcheriug is going 
on; 
WVve sausage, pudding, pork in every form. 

Big meetings have begun, as is usually the case, 
When such good things to eat on the table take place. 

Not like at times, when there's mush and milk, 
As preachers are not often at such meals I think ; 

Though George Washington liked it now and then, 
And prefered it to sweets, once at an Inn. 

Christmas Day has come and gone; 
Did you spend it abroad or at home? 

Did you spend it as usual, right, 
Or eat so much you couldn't sleep at night? 

JAN. 

1894, the New Year, is now before thee, 
Remember, joy, sorrow, marriage and death is destiny; 

There cannot be happiness without alloy, 
And marriage is fate to every girl and boy. 

It is merely waiting, going around, 
Until some one, or no one is found. 

Death at "one" age woulu not be right, 
'Twould then be known when we'd take our flight. 

So its much better that we do not know, 
When the time will come, we must go. 

— 10— 



Hard Times, the cause, if you must know, 
I'll tell you several hints or so ; 

The population is increasing so fast, 
That hard times must and will last. 

No man on earth can contrive a way, 
To "change" it when thousands are coming ev'ry day; 

When to one country spouse ten are born, 
In how many pieces is a small farm torn. 

The person that has no children to support, 
Is generally contented and has more sport; 

Don't need so much of this world's goods, 
May enjoy it better and have good food. 

So urge not marriage to the poor, 
If you'd keep them from the alms-house door; 

In fact there "must" be poor it can't be helped, 
"Nature" has it and Drink is gulped. 

But there's needy poor, from north to south, 
The world should feed their hungry mouth ; 

Hard times must and will last, 
Machinery takes the place of men in the past. 

FEB. 

Workers being plenty, everything is cheap, 

As many will work for just enough to eat; 

So the farmer gets along, does his work himself, 

Laborers rush to the city, where there's not work for 

half. 
The farmer with his tools raises a large crop, 
Everything in abundance and cheap that he's got ; 
So everything is plenty, no work for the poor, 
Farms are mortgaged; city, sheriff closed the door. 
Now, some poor need a place, governed by discipline, 
Giving work to all, every being. 
Giving no one more than clothes and board, 
Medical attendance, no money to hoard; 
No unnecessary drink to any one, 
Thus, with temperance and labor, hard timt s is gone. 
That the population is increasing ycu may easily 

know, 
How was it 1893 years ago. 

Love for one another gives the defcire, 

To give the same food, rather than leave expire. 

—11— 



Without love for another, only for self, 

The most miserable is he, regardless of pelf; 

He may have heaps of silver, heaps of gold, 

He is not respected, and always cold. 

His money may give him his clothes and board, 

And when he's gone, others eat his hoard. 

This is one way of living, to satisfy desire, 

To get what does no good, after we expire; 

Generally, those who love others, love God, as well, 

Get a home io heaven, not in hell. 

That home is forever, not like here, 

Probably only a day, maybe only a year. 

MAR. 

Now is the time, we may speak of La Grippe, 

That so many lives from earth does nip; 

One thing necessary for you to do, 

Begin on it, when it begins on you. 

( Urgle well the throat, if sore, any way, 

Keep bowels regular every day ; 

Grease nose and forehead with what it neen's, 

Take balsam for lungs, if you've short winds. 

For throat, use water, salt and brandy, 

In common, use licorice, (iis root) use hoarhound candy. 

On nose and forehead put warm tallow or lamp oil; 

Exercise, bathe feet; keep warm, if you'd live awhile. 

Avoid sour apples, if you've Lt Grippe; 

They'll make you worse, every bite you eat. 

And all fruit near like it, is not good. 

Drink plenty of water, you'll eat less fruit; 

But not at meal time, an hour or so before, 

This gives time for digestion, and aids much more. 

Auother malady that is "old," 

Is taken easy, that is Cold. 

This may seem simple, but just take care, 

It may take you to bed and bring a doctor there. 

Treat it much the same as you would La Grippe 

Paying most attention to where it does hit; 

Keep warm, both day and in night time, 

Remember, a stitch in time may save you nine. 



—12 



For constipation use licorice root, 

Drink freely, an hour before you eat. 

Eat plenty of fruit, when for it you crave, 

Eat nothing you don't want, from cradle to grave. 

The palate will judge this for you, 

And you'll know exactly what to do. 

APR. 

In dress, look most to comfort and health, 

For Pride may increase the doctor's wealth; 

I've heard a man say, after winter was spent, 

I wore plain, warm clothes and gave not a cent, 

To any doctor, and have been well. 

While fine clothes disease on many did tell. 

One thing necessary for you to do, 

Is study yourself, that disease, don't know you. 

Many books and papers things do tell, 

That may save you money and keep you well; 

We've machinery to run to give us wealth, 

And our own should know to give us health. 

To labor, everyone must use a tool, 

And this is machinery I've learned in school. 

Biz — tell not another what you are going to do, 

Just do the work intended by you; 

When this is done, you are ahead, 

If known by others, they might you mislead. 

Many a work, from which others had light. 

By them was knocked flat, or higher than a kite; 

There are riches on earth, and poverty too, 

Learning is necessary to bring success to you. 

Dress — not wealth, but self esteem, 's why people 

fine, 
Some would not drees nice, if half the world was 

their'n ; 
From 17 to 40, some like to put on, 
If manhood and money they do own ; 
And about this time, or sometime before, 
"Some" of us, if we could wear it, might buy a whole 

store. 



—13 



MAY. 

Love — love is hard to restrain, 
It seems to be man's greatest gain; 
To wed the one he truly loves, 
If he to her as favorable proves. 
Both to sight and to ear, 
She seems to him most dear; 
Far better he'd live a wedded life, 
If "this" way, than without a wife. 

Fun — if you'd other people please, 

Try to wear a cheerful face; 

'Tis the merry, go around, 

The voice that gives a pleasant sound; 

And does not speak of othersj ills, 

That takes the cake on plains and hills. 

Is marriage a failure? No 'tis not, 

If love causes both to tie the knot; 

But if for money or home, it is a "miss," 

It i* wedding misery, but not bliss. 

There must be lovef love, how could you your hand 

give? 
Without your heart; "pshaw!" you'd better single 

live, 
Her words and acts then are sweet, the sweetest of 

them all, 
We buy her clothes and things to eat, without any 

pains at all. 
And when night conies, the time to rest, we do not 

care to roam, 
For there is one we are "happy" with, and makes a 

pleasant home; 
If you truly think your wife, is as beautiful as the 

morn, 
And her words and actions never do scorn; 
Prize her above all others, no difference where you are 
You'll find marriage not a failure, no! not so by far. 
The same with "women," that desire a man, 
Always marry for love, if you possibly can. 



—14- 






JUNE. 

Your kind words and treatment do good and no harm 
Will bring better returns than a mansion or farm, 
With misery with them, if you marry for "home," 
No happiness there, or where you roam; 
Like living in a pen; never in clover, 
Ah! 400 is done, and two lines over. 



^POEMSX 



MY OWN NATIVE LAND. 

(a song.) 

I've traveled hills and mountains, I've traveled vales 

and sand; 
But found no place I love as well, as my own native 

land. 

It seems when we're at home awhile, we want to go 

abroad; 
But when away a month or so, we love the homeward 

road. 

Then we "love" the house, we "love" the barn, and 

everything around; 
Because, u us" it seems as well to know and gives a 

welcome bound. 

('Tis supposed the bound is felt and enjoyed.) 



AN ARMY BATTLE. 

(DEDICATED TO G. A. R. ENCAMPMENTS.) 

The muskets crack, the cannon roar, 
T^hen men left dying, or else sore. 

The bayonets pierce, the swords do cut, 
This's how a battle, is made up. 

—15— 



It's not pugilistic, not so by far: 
It's oft 4 to 1 in a war. 

Terrible, terrific must it be. 

Such a terrible sight to set 
Worse yet, ye« a good deal, 

Must it be, Bach ■ tiling to feel. 



DOWN IN THE VALLEY. 

PLEAD OF A LI I II. K i;ikl. 

DOWD III the valley, hear me cry. 
( )h. where I li\ 

hills that are BO high, 
And little for toil do giy< 

Down in the valley. In ar me cry, 

Ive me d illy bread : 
Protecl me when tfa - danger nigh, 
1 n <1 ty-llght, or in bed. 

Thieves and tramps this country roam, 
They love a wilder] 

They break Into many a hone 
a ad take all i hey p* >— • 98. 

BE CAREFUL. WHO YOl WED. 

\<>\ NG M \ \. 

If its a wife you would get , 

Be sure she i> t he 0D4 

You can love and protect, 
Then leave all other- alone. 

For women much bate to know, 

They are wedded for a home; 
I f with other- y< u would BO, 
I rive love that they >hould own. 

You'd better by far. Biogle remain, 

Than BUCh a life to li\ 

If you'd ex peel proper gain, 

For 'twould much mist ry giv 

—in- 



THERE SHALL, BE WARS. 

We have a war now and then, 
To satisfy wills of some men ; 

Who are born to be famous there, 
As the bible says, there shall be war. 

We have a war now and then, 

All for a worldly gain ; 
Bullets and bayonets people thin, 

Leaving more for those who remain. 

We have a war now and then, 
The cause, though some may scoff; 

We know its destiny, when, 
We think of the many it takes off. 

One man is destined to become 
One thing* another, another; 

No one man can this world run, 
It takes them all together. 



HOW IS IT ? 



I struck just about noon, 

Though the town didn't shake a bit; 

It was full of dust, yet there was room, 
For the little bit of a poet. 

I told them if they'd give me a chance, 

Some little work for pay ; 
I might know some things, that came by chance, 

All in the way of poetry. 

That might in time help build the town, 

And put it in a way, 
That long after this it would own, 

That a poet came here to-day. 

He gave great cheer; he loved the town, 

He boomed it in his way ; 
The people came, like in a swarm, 

And settled every day. 

—17— 



But, my friends, time of the above, 
I had not yet been over the town ; 

And as I afterward didn't it love, 
I did not settle down. 

So, Neobust Nackberth, how it is, 

I've never since inquired ; 
Whether it is so low, that people it hiss, 

Or high, that as heaven admired. 



HELP THE RICH HOARDING. 

(NOT UNCOMMON SAYINGS MADE POKTIl'AL.) 

O, help the poor, as you go along, 

The sick, and those who are not strong. 

What will your property do you good, when you are 

dead and gone? 
5Tou leave it all behind you, you take nothing along. 

There is a dog, he is fat, because he is well fed. 
He's buried enough that might have kept many 
that are *dead. 

Bo with some rich now-a-days, they eat and hoard 

alone, 
While many are starving every day, they wouldn't 

give a bone (soup-bone.) 

No, wouldn't give a bone, wouldn't give a bone, 
While many are starving every day, they wouldn't 

give a bone, 
-tarved. 

A FOOT TIUVIXKK. 

(BESKKCH,) 

(The following is supposed to be a Traveler, without money In tlM 
mountains, who would rutin* do favors for the poor, than ask nour- 
ishment of them for nothing.) 

Give, O, give to the poor, 
Rather than take away : 
As you go along, 
Kvery day. 

-18- 



If you want a piece; 

To stay over night; 

See the rich. 

Those places that look bright. 

G ve, give to the poor, 
Rather than take away : 
Wherever you roam, 
Wherever you stay. 



LIFE -DE ATH— LIFE, 

I saw a cloud, the color of gold, like a mountain in 

the sky. 
It made me think of the heaven beyond, for those 

who on God rely. 

Then slowly it sank behind another, another one of 

blue, 
Like the face of one in life, will change to a deathly 

hue. 
Then behold, up rose the moon, behind this cloud of 

blue, 
Just as if it must be seen, and I was to tell you. 

(We suppose the gold color cloud to be a person. Its sinking be- 
hind the blue the person's death. The risiug of the moon, life 
again to the person in heaven. ) 



THE DUTIFUL. HORSE. 

Like the horse, that's been well fed, 
Willingly walks to the fi>ld ; 

At command of his rider, Ned, 
And does what he is told. 

So we should all improve the time, 
That we are clothed and fed ; 

That hills and vales we need not climb, 
In olden times to beg our bread. 

—19— 



THE DISBELIEVER. 

Ile1l will be open, ready to receive, 

All those who disbelieve ; 
They'll now he slow to opeu their eyes, 

Hut they'll never enter the heavenly skit-. 
Tins is an old song, they may say, 

But they'll rind it all new, surely some day. 



SOMETHING NEW. 

Tell us something we don't know. 

[11 literary. I have just been thinking so: 
The city should the country read, 

And the country should the city know. 



TRAVELING IN THE COUNTRY 

Between the hills, down in the vales, 
Now and then there'll be, 

A little home, that might tell tales 
< >f happiness or misery. 

orions beauty must there be, 
Way up in the skies 

To took down on this country, 
A h, like unto paridise. 

In the forests, on the bills so high, 

A little home you see ; 

Just enough to make you sigh, 

I wish r there could be. 
Bllt still we go, We seldom stop, 

our biz is traveling round; 

Htep by Step, down and up. 
Leaving all behind, 



AS WE SEE, OH PEEL.. 

The many freaks of nature, caused by different 
objects viewed, or, our own feelings, gives the differ- 
ent themes in poetry. This is why we are sometimes 
a little jolly or serious, good or bad in our writing 

—20— 



CRITICISM. 

Should "authors'* care for criticism, 

In anything they write; 
Except spelling aad punctuation, 

If they express their ideas right? 

I tell you just how I think, 

Just like all authors do; 
This is how we have a world of thought, 

Not only "one" book to know. 

If all the natures you would capture, 
You'd have to know them well; 

From a christian to a sinner, 
All iu the "world" I'll tell. 



HEAVEN. 



Heaven is a little place, 

Just above the skies ; 
Where people live, they are first-class, 

From this world, there arise. 

Not first-class in getting rich, 
But in word, in act, in heart; 

They Jove their God, do what is right, 
Before from here they part. 



I'VE COMPANY EVERY DAY. 

I have company every day with me; its not a lad or 

a lass ; 
Its not a man or a wife, its my pocket looking glass. 

Whenever I want to see a man, with who, I -always 

get along, 
I just take out my looking glass, look in, and that will 

tell the song. » 

And when I want to do some work, literary I me^an, 
Its the best of company to have along, for I love to be 
alone. 

— 21— 



THE OLD LOG CABIN, 1800. 

(Buildings as we Have'm, 1894.) 

In olden times there was a home, 

People call it a log cabin now; 
It was plain in figure, with little room, 

But people loved it, anyhow. 

Money was scarcer than to-day, 

There were less people then, 
Hut the buildiugs now are to take money away 

For they're as crooked as a frizzly hen. 



THE BEAUTIFUL. WORLD. 

(), the world is so nice, 

A> you walk around you see, 
Tlie country seems a Paradise, 

When you're onoe used to the city. 

Y >u see it better as you walk, 
The trains go so fast, 

Y »u'll rind fresh air, and the people talk, 
The impression will always last. 

The city's crowded, many have said, 

Though there's many tine people there, 
S ime are worthless, and must he W'i] 

By the Intelligent, who better fare. 



THE LAST EVENING 1803. 

Good-bye old year, I'm going to bed, 
To try to sleep the time away, 

And in the morning to raise my head, 
To New-Year, 1 trust and pray. 

For 12 months I've been with you, 
Except a few hours to night, 

fn the morning, I'll see the new, 
ff all goes right. 

— 23— 



Good-bye old year, you're almost through, 

Your hair's as white as snow, 
Old age will get the best of you, 

Before the morning sun does show. 

Good-bye old year, you'll soon quit work, 
We've been together, both bright and sad, 

In Washington, Philadelphia and N. York, 
Enjoying another like thee, would make me 
glad. 



THE GRASS WILL GROW. 

Sinner hesitate not to make your peace with God, 
In a year a grave for you may be covered with sod. 

Do not think there is no hell, there is, and a heaven 

too, 
One or the other, when you are dead, will take care 

of you. 

Do not think I write to scare, you can do as you please, 
But as you live you will fare, at the end of your days. 



DO NOT BE DISCOURAGED. 

There is trouble everywhere, no difference where you 

go, 
You'll find it in fine weather, in rain, or in snow. 

Even if you'd have wings, could fly like a bird, 
Go to some country that you've never seen or heard. 

Where you didn't know a person, no one did know 

you, 
You'd find you'd have trouble, no difference what 

you'd do. 

It's not always of one kind, one way or some other, 
Whether you're single, double, on land or on water. 



23 



DON'T RUN DOWN THE WORLD. 

Don't run the world down to me, 

Its beauty in itself, 
All I can I want to see, 

As long as I have life. 

Don't run it down to any one, 
Let everybody have fair play ; 

To see and hear what is done, 
Till their souls are taken away. 

Leave everybody ^o ahead, 

As natural thev will do, 
Some are backward, others take the lead, 

Till all time is through. 



THE UNLOVED MAN. 

When women do not care for men, 

H> does not care for drett 
Just as if abandoned, then ; 

Like living lo a wilderness. 

He walks the streets in old clothe- 

I [e seldom t bloke of love: 
What he thinks, he only knows, 

1 le only cares to rove. 

No one place can keep him long, 

Hh goes from town to town ; 
He'd rather be where he's not known, 

Than with friends to settle down. 

Some are wealthy but do not dres9, 

They think it is no use; 
They keep their money in their purs*, 

Because, thert's no love to keep it loose. 



HOW I DID FLY. 

List night I Mew round in the air, 
Holding a paper in my mouth ; 

-U- 



Flying without wings, 'way up there, 
East or west, north or south. 

It seemed I tired of my home, 
And wanted to go away ; 

As if fearing some unpleasant doom ; 
I could fly, from my foes, stay. 

It also seemed, some wanted me, catch ; 
As they were after me ; 

While I was low, (over a potato patch,) 
"Shocked," I awoke, "and was free." 

[Dec. 23, 93.] 



MODERN ASTRONOMY. 

(Telliog his Wife.) 

The sun is always going, my dear, 

Always going around ; 
We've light when it rises here, 

Darkness, when below the ground. 

The world does never move, my dear, 

Its always standing still ; 
If it went 'round, I fear, 

Our buildings the air would fill. 

We live in this world, my dear, 

Not on the outside ; 
For by the Bible, I hear, 

We go from in it not from outside. 



THE UNLOVED WOMAN. 

(A Shade of Discontent.) 

I do not care for dress, 
I do not care to go away ; 

I'd love to live in a wilderness, 
For I've no friends to-day. 

—25- 



There's no one seenis to care for me, 

Except to run me down ; 
There's no bright hopes I see, 

I'd love to live alone. 

With hoises, cattle and sheep, 
With chickens, turkeys and swine, 

With plenty good things to eat, 
I would spend my time. 

For people I care no more, 
Some only my property crave, 

And would gladly open a door, 
That would lead me to a grave. 

». let me live alone, 
In a forest between two hills. 
With a dog to share my home, 
He cannot speak any ills. 



THE BEES. 



The l»«-f s arc working, Hying away. 

To return with some honey; 
Thy are too wise to loaf and pine, 

So they prepare for winter time 
When it is too cold for them to work, 

And the ground is bare of" what they eat ; 
Young man, if idle, think of this ; 

Work while you're young, when old you can't, 

THE SHOE. 

A shoe i- worthless without a foot. 

It never can be worn, 
(So is it to boot ;) 

With it, its tattered and torn. 

The shoe dealer knows this well, 

He likes to foot his stock ; 
Tt makes his business tell, 

And brings his money back. 

—26- 






LEAVING A SWEETHEART. 

(Going Away.) 

Oh Minnie, dear Minnie, don't think ill of me, 
For I part with you, no not in glee ; 

It often pains me, and that to the marrow, 
For love is love, leaving you is sorrow. 



THE PROPOSAL AND BETROTHAL. 

Says I to Jennie, I love you, 
Hays Jennie to me, I love you too. 

Says I to Jennie, now I must go, 
Says Jennie to me, I won't tell you to. 

Says I to Jennie, the moon is bright, 
And I will go while it is light. 

Says I to Jennie, there was a time, 
I would have gladly had you to be mine, 

Says Jennie to me, why, what's up now, 
That you speak so coldly to me, somehow? 

Says I to Jennie, I don't mean it so, 
I'm now just the same, as that 'time ago.' 

Says I to Jennie, * * * 

X- --:'- &, y.'. &, jg£ 

Says Jennie to me, * * * * 

Says I to Jennie, you've a lovely hand, 

Here's a little ring, as a betrothal band. 

(The answer to the sly young man's intended proposal, is pret- 
ty well assured beforehand. See lines 9, 10.) 



JUST THINK. 

When we are lying in bed, •> n •:, • 
Soon after we retire, t- 

How easy a prayer is said, 
That may keep us from hell- fire. 

For, before the morning sun, 

Will rise in the skies, 
We may be numbered— one, 

That never shall arise. 

—27— 



For, if we in the past, 

Committed mauy a sin, 
In hell we may be cast, 

In heaven we can't get in: 

So, put your trust in (Jod, 

Do as you think best, 
Keeping the narrow (biblical) road. 

And he will do tbe rest. 

The Bible the same does meau, 
Live wherever you may crave, 

If you put your trust in him. 
He will your souls save. 



IN THE CEMETERY. 

\11 I .nil- 

Why is it graves go down. 

Tomb- break and fall? 
There's no one left to them own. 

All dead,- all gom 

SABBATH BREAKERS. 
\V(> will Rive two callings; but there art plenty oJ others Just the 

-nine. 

-^iome farmers: — 

He's 'round on the farm, doing some kind of work, 
0ay8 it must be done; but tliis is just a shirk 

«>ome storekeeper.-: — 

lie has his door open, just like in the week, 
Say- some people naint time, but this is just a 
sneak.) 

Years roll on, you hear of sheriff's sale 

^Vnd three out of live, its these men that fails. 



Why is it so? Well God is bo- 

*\ ud we must him obey, or sutler los- 



>»- 



Somehow or other it will not go ; 

In many ways we see ; 
We do not know what makes it so, 

But I think it is iniquity. 



THERE IS SOMETHING IN THE AIR. 

At the Depot:— 

A train pulls out, — there's something in the air, 

It goes on its way, — ah, there's another coming there. 

Mid-Winter: — 

The year is growing, — there is something in the air, 
It keeps toward ending, — ah, tomorrow is New Year. 

Old Age:— 

You're getting old, your hair is grey, — there's some- 
thing in the air, 

Your pulse much longer can't obey, — see, your great 
grandchild's daughter there. 

Trains, Time and A^e will move, 

The same again will come, 
One from stay is drove, 

For the other to make room. 



THAT BOOK. 



That book was never published yet, 
That all in it pleased ia general, 

Some will like a part of it, 
But the rest is left as idle. 

Some will not purchase a book 

At any price at all, 
So don't expect me to look, / 

Any wiser than any of all \ 

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ROLLING AND SHEET MILLS. 

(Dedicated to the Laborer- 

I respect these men, they work, 
Their work is very hard ; 

I -reat heat causes much .sweat, 
Mauv loud noises are heard. 

But go along, young man, 
'Ti> best you do your duly ; 

I irn the money while you can, 
old age will be more lovely. 



THE FAITH CURE. 



There's 'good" in the Faith Cure, 

If you've belief, or audi pray for yourself; 

No difference how rich or poor, 

You can, by trying, like anything elf 

If you cannot tell it in word- 

The right "thoughts" will "do'' 
And will bring better "rewards," 

Than others "praying" for you. 

If you have not ''conscience'' to pray, 
You may have no faith to "believe;" 

Then, no difference what "others" say, 
I tod will you nothing give. 

Bo >tand, kneel, or sit, (as you please,) 

In secret or public to pray, 
You can speak or "think,"' (suit your ease, i 

"Answer" will be as deemed best, (they say.) 



U. S. NAVY YARD. 

First a Hag is waving overall, 

The front is closed with a brick wall. 

The building's color is yellow and green, 
And beautiful trees may be seen. 

—80— 






Should the Nation get warning calls, 
There are the cannon, with deadly balls. 

Soldiers walking up and down, 
Their muskets glittering in the sun. 

Beautiful steamers on the river glide, 
Up and down by its side. 

Horses standing in the sun, 

Trees are shedding, the look of a worm, 

This poem come3 from — don't say a "Pard," 
But from a visit to the Navy Yard. 

Washington, D. C, April 1893. 



FAIRMOUNT PARK. 

(Philadelphia, Pa.) 



Well, of all that's natural on this earth, 

That exists, of grouud and stone, 
Trees, walks, water, etc., 

This Park is surely at home. 

At home, I mean by its great beauty ; 

A beautiful spot on earth, 
That will please the eyes,, and awaken to duty, 

What nature can have birth. 

This is not all u \lan" has done, 

A good deal to its glory, 
Great improvements he's put thereon, 

Which makes it a place of study. 

And as I walk around this park, 

O, I think it fine ; 
I've never seen in day or night, 

For beauty, anything near this kind. 

If you have the blues, don't feel well ; 

Nothing p'easant you find, 
A walk in this Park will tell, 

'Twill please the eyes and mind. 

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SHE WAS LOST AT SEA. ^Sonsr. 

A lover calls, (after a year's absence in a foreign country,) and i s 
told the following by his sweetheart's father. 

She was coming home, coming home, from a tour 

around the world, 
But was lost at sea, lost at sea. 

While on the deck, on the deck, merrily looking 

around, 
she was swept away, swept away, swept away. 

The waves they dashed, the waves they splashed, and 

all could not be found, 
8 ». she's lost to you and me, to you and me. 



TWO RIDES AT ONCE. 
A little girl swinging in a boat, 

She smiles, laughs, loves to do it, 
'Another, 91 as pretty, looking on, — 

Deeply pleasantly, waiting her turn 



LITTLE BIRDIE Bird.) 

Little biidie jumps about, 
Merrily at breai of day, 
\* if perchance to nud s crumb, 

I >r for its nest, sonir ha\ . 

When you're sitting in the park, 

Idling time away. 
It conies so do mi- to impart, 

( Jet up and work to-da> . 



Help, One Another. 

(The Inventor.) 

Keep the world a moving, 
Keep open each others ey« 

By inventing or Improving, 
In whatever your business lies, 

—32 - 



Don't work for self alone, 
Aid another who needs help, 

Many have gained a home, 
By taking part in others' work. 



It Draws from the Hand. 

Some time ago, I carried my money loose ; 
But lately I bought of a woman a purse. 
You know 'tis said, women are more liberal than men. 
They'll spend 20 dollars, 'till a man will ten. 
I b'lieve it is so, and "draws from the hand ;" 
For I am more liberal, my money won't stand , 
Ever since I bought that purse of the woman, 
I b'lieve I'm same as women in spending. 
"Whoop-a-la," if I don't soon throw that purse away, 
I'll have no money for "in" it, some day. 
Washington, D C. 



My Own 'Vangeline. 

(The Girl some Like.) 



Of all the girls that I do see, at most any time, 
There's none around that pleases me, like my own 



'Vangeline. 



She loves no piano or a book,— but me aud her work. 
She knows how to sew, how to cook; wash, and iron 
a shirt. 

She stays at home, and helps her Ma, and don't idle 

on the streets, 
She has the love of her Pa, and all that she does meet. 

That's the kind of girl I like, and she will be mine, 
Before another month goes 'round, she's my wedded 
'Vangeline. 

—33— 



A f/orning Walk. 
(Mother and Little G: 

The picture from which this title is taken can be <een in many 
■how window?. 

Come now, we'll take a walk, 

Down the park, as we talk ; 
And hear wnat little birds do say, 

Then return for the day. 

God has made them to Bit! J 

I >, the little, beautiful thing ; 
It tlies so nice in the air, 

KfjoloM hearts everywhere. 

It comes to your window or your door, 

As If for a crumb, if not any more, 
<iive it this, it will not fear, 

And come nearer, nearer dear. 

Then in the morning when you ri- 

It give- ft thought of Paradise, 
Its beautiful song up in a tree, 

Asking like God, "Tome, hear m» 

And as it sings the time away, 

It gives a thought, that we do pray ; 

\sking his guidance, make you do i igh t, 
From the morning till the night. 

A Peacemaker. 

The picture tn>m which this title b taken ran be M6D in many 
ihOff windows. 

I n a Held so green by the river side, 
There sat a maiden and her lover, 

(Some words an not always tied,) 

They parted, from some cause or other. 

Another maiden gliding by, 

A truly cross word hater, 
By peaceful words she did try 

To bring them back together. 

— 34- 



O, love, my friend, said she. 
Why hast thou turned to hate(r)? 

Come back! come back, with me, 
I am a Peace Maker. 



The Last Look. 

(In the Mirror.) 



The picture from which this title is taken can be seen in many 
show windows. 

When the streets are dry and the weather fair, 
Some one's dressing,— arranging her hair ; 

It's the maiden ; after the last look, 
Shines like a diamond, or a neat bound book. 

As she glides upon the street, going up or down, 
Many gents see her, and without a frown, 

They see her coming, and pass by , 
And may yet turn to please the eye. 

If love at first, (well, e're we close the book,) 
They'll turn again, to take The Last Look. 



Thanksgiving Day. 

O, give thanks unto the Lord, 

Call upon his name ; 
Come, now, with one accord, 

He's paid you for the same. 

Look at your beautiful crops, 
(He's given you plenty to eat,) 

In "vale," on hill, — mountain tops, 
Work being your only feat. 

So give thanks unto the Lord, 
On this Thanksgiving day ; 

Come, now, with one accord, 
In the best — the holiest way. 



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Watching the Cow. A Song. 

C), down bv the wood, between the mountain?, iu a 
field, 
There is a little girl, trying to force a cow to yield 
Prom eating of the corn, of which she'd have full 
sway. 
1 f that dear little girl did nt keep her away. 

A> the girl was born poor, they have only one field. 

Ami corn and £1*88 beiog It* only yield ; 
With no fence between to keep the cow away. 

And the little izirl must watch every day. 

( >. li Qe city L r ir), you that do the ran ride, 
How won (1 you like in BUCfa a place to abid- 

If you arc not happy, you need not bar. 

Yblir com pal i \ 'fl mo iv pi* a -ant. than the little Dili's 

there. 

The World's Before You. 

The following Li i envious; grudg 

others becau i borne from their parents, and did not work 

for it A 

Well, you may be a Father some day, 
The world's befoi u, the world's a pria 

Goto work in your own way, 

You may lay a home before your children '« i 

Then do not blame my dear father, 

Who la dead and gone, 
Because be worked and saved together; 

And gave bin children a home 

I or. he VFaa once a poor man 

I >idn't have a cent : 
But. with mental and bodily labor together, 

Did get rich, on which lie was bent. 



If The Devil Came to Cleveland. 

I f the devil came to Cleveland, 
What do you think he'd s< 

—86- 



Books — that if he came to Chicago, 
(Why. then, there of course he'd be.) 

Now, if the devil came to Chicago, 

Don't you think he'd pity 
Those very men that there did go, 

And burnt the World's Fair City. 

He's well acquainted with such fires, 
And of hotter ones could tell ; 

And if such men keep up their ires, 
They may find them out in hell. 

Its a "shame," 
On Nation and home, 
That some, through envy, will burn 
Another town, to build their own. 



The Best Drink. 



It maketh no one drunk ; 

It agreeth with the health ; 
It maketh no unnatural spunk , 

It retaineth wealth. 

It agreeth with the blood, 
And the world's test has stood. 

It agreeth with inner man, 
It agreeth with a daughter ; 

Well, what is it, then, 
Bless your s-o-u-1, its water. 



Jacklin Peter 

(And his Mule-Horse.) 



Jacklin Peter was riding a horse, 

A. mule that did him scoff; 
She whirled and kicked, a furious course, 

But could not throw him off. 

She reared straight up, flew around, 
She looked funny in the air ; 

—37— 



But had to come "down," to touch the ground, 
And still she found him there. 

Then she stood, and would not budge, 

She thought he wanted to 4t go, M 
He got his "paper," as a grudge, 
And "read" an hour or H 

This made the mule BO furiously mad, 

She dropped right on the ground, 
Then JftCKlio Peter was very glad, 

To get up and walk around. 

1 or h\ the fall, he broke his neck, 

Right above his brad ■ 
\nd the mule laid "laughing" at the trick, 

Intil she went to bed. 



Nature Remains. 



Man may be governed by U >f Law, 
A weaker may master by merely a ^tone's throw; 

But with all the advising and preaching you learn, 
Nature ifl not change d, it la horn. 



Hilly, Willy, Wilpel, Ho. 
The Jolly Tutor's (Violinist) Hon 

I've plenty money of my own, 

Hilly- willy- wilpel* ho, 

My pocket-book has pretty well grown, 
1 Iilly-w illy-wilprl-hone. 

ived the money I'd spent for beer, 
Hilly-willy- wilpel- ho, 

And every day put it in here, 

I Iilly-willy-\N ilpel-hone. 
I used to spend LO rents a day, 

Silly- willy- wilpel-ho, 
For cigars 1 smoked and throwed away, 
Hilly-willy -wilpel -heme. 

—88- 



Besides I chewed just like a cow, 

Hilly-willy-wilpel-ho, 
That cost me too, but does not now, 

Hilly-willy- wilpel-h one. 

I've money here and in the bank, 

Hilly-willy-wilpel-ho, 
I'm counted One, and net a blank, 

Hilly-willy-wilpel-hone. 

And the best of all, I'll tell you true, 

Hilly-willy-wilpel-ho. 
(You do not drink, I'll marry you,) 

Hilly-willy-wilpel-hone. 

Sbe is an heiress, and very fine, 

Hilly-willy-wilpel-ho, 
Lives on the hill, just over the Rhine, 

Hilly-willy-wilpel-hone. 



Look Out for the Locomotive. 

Yes, look out for the locomotive, 

It is a dangerous thing ; 
If you happen to be in front of it, 

When the bell does ring. 

When you see it coming down the track, 

Don't think it comes so slow ; 
It's deceiving, and may break your back, 

And every bone, you know. 

It may toss you high in the air, 

(For it is'nt easy to stop ;) 
Or crush you, and you tear, 

And you'd be hard to gather up. 

Yes, look out for the locomotive, 

At crossings, and when the bell does ring ; 
For, it is powerfully big, 

And you are a little thing. 



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The School House Flag. (Song.) 

The fhg does wave, wave o'er 
The school house In t tie air, 
Oil, the tl cur doefl wave, wave 

Youth and teaoher then 

C)t The flag doee wave, wave oe'r the 

- ihool bouse brave and bright, 

<>h, the flag does v wave o'ei 

Youth and teacher right 

Little children all in their irl. 

aroing unwillingly, A, B, ( 

Oth- ider, to r« ad and writ. 

And other Studies which is right. 



ortu 



( 7/o ■■.. 



Choi ' 



The flag does n ave, wai t the 
s »hoo] bouse brave and bright . 
( )h. the flag doee W re o'et 

Youth and ber right. 

U t it wave, wav r the 

bool bouse In the air; 

< >h. lei it w live, wave o'er 

Youth and teacher t hei <•. 



Nellie Bly. 1890 
Why Nellie Bly Nellie Bly, 

[a this the w «y you roam, 

Around the world, in 00 little time, 
And arrive safe at loin' 

.lust think, what you have seen. 

Thai mual have been bo d!< 

The cities, the count ry, a delightful scene, 

Kt to Paradi 

Would I were i roamer, 

A glimpse of your face to 
I'm sure I'd see none handsomer. 
That roved the world quicker than tin 

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Then presented with a globe, 

As honor due to you, 
For the speed in which you rode, 

Around the world to do. 

The greatest feat of all, 
That did the journey persue, 

Being the winner of the ball, 
That has been given to you. 



The Wheels of the Old Wagon. 

How cheerful are the thoughts of the scenes of my 

youth, 
Of that that I did see, and occasionally use, 
A hauling in the grain, and hauling in the hay ; 
Going somewhere on the farm nearly every day. 
And the noise of the old wagon; I admired its sound, 
Goinsr, bearing its load, or empty around. 
And the wheels of the old wagon , as if duty bound, 
Would roll at will, roll around. 

And when the hay was fit to haul, 

And the sky showed signs of rain, 

Then there was a hurrying call, 

And our muscles we did strain ; 

To store the hay before wet, was our desire to do, 

80 the girls were called upon, at times, to help us 

through. 
And the wheels of the old wagon, as if duty bound, 
Would roll at will, roll around. 

At times, on Saturday afternoon, when the work was 

done, 
We'd hitch up in the wagon, and all go to town, 
And a pleasant time we had, for that way we then did 

g°, 
For buggies and spring wagons, then, were very 

scarce, you know ; 
And we enjoyed ourselves as much, as much as we do 

now, 
If we went :n a carriage, that the gloss would show 

you bow ; 

—41— 



So the wheels of the old wagon, as if duty bound. 
Would roll at will, roll around. 

O'er many miles of field and many miles of read, 
The old wagou has went empty, or else with a load ; 
There were three merry cheer* over the last load of 

corn, 
From us hoys, as we hauled it to the barn. 
At last the old wagOD became nearly worn out. 
Aud to repair it again, I was very much in doubt; 
A neighbor then bought it, and repaired it neat and 

and : 

So the wheeli of the old wagon go rolling, still rolling 

around. 

Jennie and I. | Song 

Jennie and I will take a walk, 

I)«»wn the lane, as we talk 

tim+agone by, 
Yi s, Jennie and I. 

Lye Jennie to me, just look at thai tre 
What a nice cool shade, under is laid. 

So Jennie and I 1 1 

Of course ire talked, and smiled, you know. 

Not only on the past, but the present too, 

When a bird in the tl IT you. 

I we lefl that tree, for fear that bird would tell, 
What JenHie and I, now know well. 

Bui as it's •you,"' that DOW dors hear, 
I'll tell you t rue. I do not fear. 

There's going to wedding, 1 and before long. 

1 1 niie and 1 ; t hi- end- my BOD 

Chorus— Jennie and I, "did" take a walk. 
Down the lane, jus! to talk ; 

I >f tine -lie by. 

Vee, Jennie and I. 
Bui we talked ol the "future" too, you 

And Jendle and I . married will be. 

—42 



SPRING. 

(In The Countiy.) 

The fires are here, the fires are there, 

Indeed they are a common thing; 
The people in the fields every where, 

Denote that it is Spring. 

In the fields that now look bare, 

The grass will soon be seen ; 
The flowers too, in beauty fair, 

Will appear upon the scene. 

The trees their leaves soon will bud, 

Ere long they will look green ; 
Although they now appear as dead, 

Their blossoms will soon be seen. 

The farmer's boy does bare-foot go, 
And merrily whistles through the day ; 

The turkey gobbler this don't like, you know, 
He almost gobbles his life away. 

The barn-yard rooster is anxious about his mates, 
When some of them are out of sight ; 

He blames the house-yard rooster for his fate, 
And to him rushes for a fight. 



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Their spurs and bills, at each other they send, 
And indeed they make a very fierce fight ; 

But the barn-yard rooster, getting out of wind, 
For his peaceful home, makes his flight. 

*Tbe maiden her room does neatly prepare, 
With flowers, in gaiety and delight ; 

For the young man who will court her there, 
On the coming Saturday night. 

The maid takes the milk to the barn for the calf, 

And he of her finger tries to rob; 
So in spite of him, (and with a laugh), 

Withdraws it and places in the milk a cob. 

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He drinks, but in a skillful way, not, 
Tt goes a long time till he gets his fill : 

When suddenly, he makes a dive for the cob, 
And the milk all over the maid does spill. 



JOHN HAD A LITTLE COLT. 

When John was .» small hoy, 

A hobby-hone w i - bis pride ; 
He thought it each a pretty toy, 

And \va> |>n>ud when taking a ride. 

1 1 1- father had a pretty colt, 
H< kept it in a field ; 

B9t*fl it w ould DOt holt. 
But willingly and playfully yield. 

The pretty colt iraa given to John, 
l [e gave it the name of ( rim ; 

And when it saw him. it would run 
With all it- might t<> hi in. 

a ml when at mum, the t [me t«» feed, 
And lie in t he farthest corn* r ; 

1 f he heard l 'G m. " with lively Speed, 

He would oome r«»r hi- dinner. 

\ nd w hen irrow n to the Sg 6 of I h n 

He w as a heautiful man ; 

Prom t he hobby ho John's now fr« 

( Hdi'h more pleas tut to ride on. 
Why i- it < rim BO Willing duty does, 

Ami i- ever ready, John to obej ; 
Because John a- willing kindness besto 

And cares for him every day. 

And you good people, one and all, 

If you wish your horse his duty mind ; 

And make him follow at your rail. 
you should always treat him kind. 

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LOW AND HIGH. 

(This may hit some of us.— Fun.) 

At times we feel low spirited, 
Everything seems the wrong way ; 

In the morning we wish 'twas evening, 
In the evening we wish 'twas day. 

Then again our feelings arise, 

We know all : no one can us teach ; 

We crowd the space 'twixt earth and skies, 
And fill the world with speech. 

"Whew! n we put on our best clothes, 

Push out our chest and blow; 
And think, if no one will like us, 

They can just let us go. 



NEARING HEAVEN. 



('Tis supposed a young woman is sick ; within a few weeks of 
dying and is ready to go ; and is singing to others in the room ) 

0, my death is near at hand, 

My death is near at hand, 
And I'll join that happy band ; 

That happy baud, for which I sfrove, 
And I'll have a home, in heaven above, 

I'll have a home in heaven above. 

O, my death is near at hand, 

My death is near at hand ; 
And I'll join that happy band, 

That happy band ; grieve not; the end is near, 
O, 'twill not be long till I am there, 

'Twill not be long till I am there. 

O, my death is near at hand, 

My death is near at hand ; 
And I'll join that happy band, 

That happy band, that live forevermore ; 
On that beautiful, O, that beautiful shore. 

That beautiful, O, that beautiful shore. 

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POLITICS. 

Politic - all enough, 

But only in its tine 

We may ilmply reed the stuff, 

It leaves no trmr behind* 

When it in rend, it is don 
The paper la used, Of thrown S¥ 
men, then might be on< 

That would pick it up, on their iray. 

u might he great, 

If' they'd write in some ol her W i} 

Hut * i their time on polities, 

I hat goes like smoke, away. 
NOW, couldn't We have \> w . 

a ml a part of the time, sing ; 

d n ill goi em hi- people : 

1 or He, "t all. i- kn 



GOD A COMFORTER. 



Little children on the mad, 
►iug from place to pla< 

with their mother. Tic no ai 

\'o place to wash their I 
Their dirty. I could see, 

They deep in depots, on the fl 

Having no money, they must go Tree, 

They'd t'l ■> OUtside the d 

I n a depol inday morn , 

I saw wren ohildren and their mother: 

They'd DO bundles to carry; and clothing torn, 
Hut I fod, is a nun m fort i 

pooi a- these little ohildren wei 

They'd run shOUl and pla\ 

Smiling— laughing— health wai thei 

Which equals money any day. 
January, !*'♦.'>. 

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WHO FORGIVES SINS? 

There was a time when Christ was here. 

By him sins were forgiven ; 
But there's no one now on earth so dear, 

There's only a God in heaven. 

Have faith in Him, my dear friends, 

Do the praying yourself; 
Then for your sins he'll make amends, 

He's better than any one else. 



THE OTHER SHORE. 



When death, O, death, takes us from here, 
We will, as when alive, again appear, 

When Christ the summons to us shall give, 
To arise again, have life and live. 

Then is the time the Redeemer will tell 
Whether we shall dwell in heaven or in hell, 

Now, O, we living, should bear in mind, 
That Christ to us is very kind. 

To us he offers in heaven a home, 
If we but him obey, and seek his throne, 

So let us now, both one and all, 
Hearken to his voice, and obey his call. 

While yet we exist in this earthly state, 

Before death removes us, and it's too late, 
The short time upon earth, that to us is given, 
Is nothing compared to forever in heaven ; 
80, now, we urge you, of sin beware, 
Prepare for eternity, for eternity prepare. 



Sleep. 

When no sleep is given to the eyes, 
There's lack of feeling for exercise ; 
And this not done, is much against health, 
Besides, laboring not, bringeth in no wealth. 

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THE DISBELIEVER-Infidel. 

Would you save your vuilV Of ten dUhrliev.:* 
there may ne that wants to fulfill Mick to his I 

Uef until death, merely U) BhoW the world his pluck : 
feeling in his heart that he is wrong, and knowing he 
is going to hell. A Iftfl my friend-. I fear he will ha 
a ebanoe to try tn show his plook In ■ place that will 
try him hard. A mm had hotter throw down hi- re- 
\-( ilver | if he \\ IsftlSS 10 saw his lif<- than to fight Ml 
army Off w»-U armed men ; so it is wilh he, the disbe- 
liever). He had better give up that oluek try and 
d<» riL r ht. than try t ud that terrible tire that will 

not he quenched in hell. 



LOVE. 

There If :i binder whom- nam*' is love 

A ml with n rdi Bo kind, 

1 1 reaps tl t lint would stro\ 

I nto deepair n mankind. 

This, hy you . -a-ily seen, 

i <>r win n a >n i- in-Hilly treated, 

I bey lote not work, nor a u r ay serin 

Because t belr ooura ge baa departed . 

\ .a. they'd Mek tin- loneliest place, 

1 1 it olose b 

To regain gtfa from thoughts they'd ha 

< )r from a laugh or cry. 



THE HORSE. 



The hor-e, tin- valuable I, 

l \r should he tiv:ii. d kind, 

( )m words to him should not I" 

\w should'nf exolte bit mind. 

How be labon In the field. 
Prom the morning till t be nlghl . 

And oft to eorsc and whip must yield. 
Even when be doet bit might . 

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How he labors on the road, 
And oft is insufficiently fed, 

And forced to pull an overload, 
When he can scarcely hold his head. 

How his master he will obey, 
When he knows he is his friend, 

Will love him to his last day, 
And labor for him to his end. 

We should remember he is very good, 
And indeed, it is an easy seeing, 

He helps us earn a livelihood, 
Is next in rank to a human being. 



THE HOG. 



How he loves to bury his snoot 

In the ground, that he wants to root ; 

His knowledge of fences, why bless your souls, 

He cannot make them, but finds all the boles. 

The swarms of fleas, that make him scratch, 

He does not heed, in a potato patch. 

If he sees some corn, just over the fence, 

He at once does think of trying to get hence. 

To and fro he goes, at last he enters, but 

Not through the fence, but under it, through a rut, 

He grunts and eats till he is full, 

When the farmer comes, with his big dog, 'bull/ 

Then he is run around, and made a sad fate, 

Until he is let out, very rough, at the gate ; 

As to the rut, he is wise, to keep secret about, 

He wants that to get in, and the gate to get out. 

Again and again, he goes in to the corn, 

Until the farmer, enraged, pens him up with scorn. 

Oft in summer, in a mud hole he lies. 

Then the flies, and fleas, and the heat he defies. 

He often has a little too much cheek, 

For he will boldly lay in the middle of the street. 

And if a carriage does come, or a man with a load, 

He will not arise, so is boss of the road. 

But in the winter, we kill him for pork ; 

And so we are paid, for our trouble and work. 

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SALOONISTS. 

Don'1 blame ealoonieta if men gel drunk. 
They've the same rights, as others, with work; 
linkers have I > re ad that we may eat. 
9 tloonists have drinks that we may drink ; 
If we eat too much, dealers are not to blan 

If we drink too much. Itfl all the -an 



in poetry, we cannot all be aliki 

And much depends on the subject yon strlk 

Writing good on one popular, pie II knows), 

I to liked wl i live, and wh- r it gi 



ne a I 
I hat if In mould | 

Th< rill n<> ; : oome from you, 
I Sauced by yoor acta or say, 



Odes to Neighbor Cities, 

With.) 



('an row 



intOD ll a thriving town. 

it's going up ~ 

If \\r BumorOOSly think, like a elown. 

it might reaofa the h< is at last. 

.Ma — ii — 

Bia8sillon i- aim level town, 

And m some ways, b lined renown, 

And || Doted i m 1 tanner's pleasur* 

Where tliey spend much time in summer and 
winter. 

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Akron:— 



With its hills and vales so fine, 
Its welcome to strangers, in its line, 

Make it a place, pleasant to stay, 
A good long while, ere you go away. 



Wooster:— 



That beloved little place, 
With its good spring water, 

Makes a person feel at ease, 
And a desire to go no further. 



Mansfield: — 



That little town on a hill, 
That you see from far away, 

Has daughters that will fill the bill, 
In beauty and manners, any day. 



Sandusky:— 



That little town at the lake, 
In some ways, will take the cake; 

Its noted for excursions, here and there, 
On first-class boats at very low fare. 



Canal, Dover.— 



Little girls and boys go to schools 
In the morning, that they are free 

From idleness ; and learn the rules, 
(From pretty school-marms,) and A, B, C. 



New Philadelphia: 



On two large leaves in the yard, 
(A woman was pouring water,) 

Large enough to give me shade, 
If with some lovely daughter. 

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N AVARRK, O.: — 

A little town with canal and river. 
Near the home of this author ; 

lor rapid growth, it does not take ; 
But it- people generally, are wide awake. 

The World, (In ( .km k a i.. — 

Ts a place to live and di« 

Betweeo the earth and the sky, 

Then another, had or well. 
This is called heaven or hell. 






TELEPHONED. 

I'll . till a "'heard*' 1 rown. 

That when I return. I'll Dot I"' known. 



W, 9lnC€ I ve L r ive you my | net I 
Which wa- n -y to writ' 

I 'II jump r the country, 

And- \ i g h t . 

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I do not like pi 

Nor a frown, Look, — 

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